A/N: I dont own it, you don't sue me, k, thanks.(oh, yeah, just so you know, this is a oneshot, and will stay one. K, thanks again.)

I blushed with embarrassment. I'd tripped again, and not just in front of anyone, in front of him.

The "I." I'm talking about is me, Nymphadora Tonks, but I prefer just Tonks, resident metamorphagus(SP?) The "He." is Remus Lupin, resident werewolf, and denial of his own feelings until recently.

Remus had finally agreed to go on a date with me, and I was attempting to make him dinner. Attempting being the key word here.

I was doing just fine too, I hadn't broken anything, and the Chicken Parmesan was cooking in the oven, and everything was good. Remus and I had been talking pleasantly and everything. He was being very nice, as usual, and I hadn't even tripped once!

But then, when I got our dinner out of the oven, it was slightly burned, but I figured, so what? Remus won't mind.

Remus was sitting at the perfectly set table, watching me walk towards said perfectly set table.I was walking quite gracefully, when all of a sudden-CRASH! I tripped to the floor, the dinner I worked so diligently on, flying into the air, bits landing on the table, floor, and even a little in my bubble gum pink hair.

Tears welled up in my eyes from the pain and the embarrassment.(Am I spelling that right?)

I ran to my room as wuickly as I could. Remus, who had previously stood up and started walking over, looked startled.

When I got to my room, I locked the door.

"Tonks, open up, Tonks! Please, Tonks, I do have my wand, you know! Tonks!" I heard him sigh through the door.

"Not happening! I ruined out date, and I'm too embarrassed to open the door!" I cried.

"Fine, I'll get my wand then."

"Go ahead!"

"...I...will.."

I heard footsteps walking away and then returning, a whisper of "alohamora"(SP?) and the door opening.

I tried my best to ignore him when he sat down on my bed.

"Nymphadora?" He asked.

"It's Tonks!" I said and looked up. Oh, damn. He tricked me! He knew that would get a rise out of me!

He looked at my face as I sat up, tear stains visible. He wiped away the tears with his thumbs.

"Tonks, you didn't ruin the date, it's okay." He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Yes I did." I sobbed.

"No," he whispered "It's okay, really, I don't mind."

"You don't?" I asked him confusedly.

"No."

My sobs slowly subsided as he held me close.

"Thanks." I whispered and smiled.

"Mmmhhhhhhmmmmm" He replied.

I saw his face lean closer to mine, I leaned in as well.

All of a sudden, I felt his lips on mine, kissing me tenderly. My hands moved to his neck of their own accord.

His kisses became hungry and demanding, yet still soft and passionate at the same time. I felt his tongue glide against my lips. I opened my mouth, and our tongues explored each others' mouths.

He pushed me back so I was laying down wiht him on top of me. His hands left my hair, where they had been previously, and rested on my hips.

My hands glided thorugh his hair and his hands touched the bottom of my shirt.

Suddenly, and much to my dissapointment, he pulled back.

He started kissing my neck and the dissapointment lifted quite a bit.

He whispered in my ear, "I love you."

"I love you too." I whispered back, and we started kissing again.

I guess I didnt ruin the date after all. And as we kissed, I didn'e even think of the mess we would have to clean up later.

A/N: Ok, ppl, was it romanticky enough? Fluffy enough? Makeoutty enough for you?

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